Month: June 2018

More than a Right

Free speech is life. Allow me to elaborate. Breathing is not considered a right. It’s not considered in the same category as rights, privileges, and all the myriad distinctions thereof. No. Even prisoners and slaves are unquestionably reserved the right to draw air. Certainly,…

Murica Month – The Art of Citizenship (Vlog)

In which I discuss the merits of preparedness and briefly point to the need to understand that history is ever painted in myriad shades of grey.   The book in question: http://www.simonandschuster.com/books/1776/David-McCullough/9780743226721 Stories, Essays, and More| http://www.fractaljournal.com Social Media| http://www.minds.com/Weirmellow Patreon| http://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 5.1 – Parlour Tricks

The city was surprisingly modern. It had a mildly southwestern vibe. Which I suppose made sense because it was in the southwest. But what I mean is that there was a bit of cowboy culture in Cuiaba. With many shops devoted to riding gear…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 5.0 – Thurible

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Part Two – The Wizard’s Nod Once you got there. It was believable. The green hell was overwhelming. It enveloped like swaddling cloth. This green cradle was ever on the verge of smothering its children with maternal overabundance….

Miles From October (Super Rough Song Version)

Many of my poems start as little tunes I come up with to a simple chordy background. On January 12th I dedicated my book The Sketch of Sam Monroe to Terrence McKenna. I had no idea that Dennis McKenna would be on the Joe…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 4.11 – Why this?

I was really confused. I thought that Graham had revealed an ancient apocalypse in his newly found and quite frankly annoyingly cryptic mode of communication. He clapped when I’d mentioned Roland’s theories. The rest of the meeting in that nautical conference room devolved into…

Miles from October (Poem)

    I’m so terribly sober Bone dry and miles from October Baking in the southern air Out here where the summers stare One by one they are aligned And their weapons are inclined In morbid array Pointing out the end of day Day…